What it’s like to be an OFW part 1
You know, it takes a toll on you. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in life. I’m pretty hardcore and I’ve been through some tough shit in my life. To give you some context let me tell you a little bit about me.
We were poor. I mean dirt poor. My family lived on a hut my dad built on my dad’s mom’s back yard. Now, thinking about it now it was one of the most ingenious things my dad has done in his life. What he did was he suspended the “hut” as I’d like to call it since it was made of bamboo and stuff like that and below that he made a workstation. He was screen printing T-shirts as a business and he made it possible by making his “studio” below the house. I spent a good deal of my childhood in that house and I’ve had a lot of fond memories. My grandmother’s cooking was one and for me, still is the most authentic Filipino food you are ever going to have in your life. But then shit happened and they had to sell the house. I didn’t know what was happening at the time. Suddenly we had to move. Suddenly we had nowhere to go. I was around maybe 7 or 8 years old at the time and I didn’t know that at the time that first move would be the first of many.
Fortunately, they sold the house to my mother’s dad but by that time the house my dad built on the backyard was so old that it was practically uninhabitable so we lived on one of the available bedrooms in…
